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TrekTrek by BlazingCoral
The Redemption Line, Part 5: Trek
Chell woke up to the feeling of something shuddering against her side, and turned her head.
"AGH—! I-I mean, um, g'morning! …A-actually, no, not… not good morning. Bad morning, m-more like it. A-absolutely terrible."
The shivering blue pinprick at her right and the red LEDs blaring "5:55" at her left were the only things lighting her room, but she didn't need much light to navigate the familiar path to her dresser and to her personal bathroom anyway. The alarm clock remained stationary aside from the last five flicking into a six, but the optic followed her closely.
"A-ah, no, y-you don't need to get up. D-don't need to, at all. Might want to stay in bed, actually. It, it seems like the kind of day t-to just, um, wh-what's the term—sleep out? …S-sleep in! Yeah—sleeping in s-sounds great. N-no need to—to get up. I-I mean, y-you have the day off, don't you?"
She ignored him, shutting the door to
StrainStrain by BlazingCoral
The Redemption Line, Part 4: Strain
Chell was exhausted.
She swore that this had been the longest day of work she'd ever had, and not just because she'd had to work thirty extra minutes after closing. Her co-workers had been getting on her back more often than normal, she'd gotten a nasty bruise on her leg from banging it into some of the equipment, and to top it off, it had snowed an extra five inches while she was at work, making the trek home rather miserable.
But when she stepped through the door, she felt a faint smile cross her face at the excited voice that greeted her:
"Chell! You d-did come back! I-it took you a lot longer th-than normal, s-so I was worried something had h-happened—"
She cut Wheatley off by giving his upper handle a squeeze, and felt any tension he may have had leave him. With a quiet laugh, she hoisted him off the couch and set him on the dining room table. His optic was showing its full range of blue, which was a welcome sight
RustRust by BlazingCoral
The Redemption Line, Part 3: Rust
"I'm going to kill you, and all the cake is gone."
She ran through the corridor, ignoring the bright yellow warning signs—radiation, moving parts, implosions—and the voice that constantly trailed her.
"You don't—even care—do you?"
No, not really, because she knew she wasn't going to die here. She had to keep going—she didn't know what to keep going for, since she had no idea where she was now, where she was headed, what the outside world was like. She only knew that she had to keep going, to survive, to get out of this place. She was not going to die here. She was not going to get killed by that voice, or any twisted plan of hers.
Her knee-replacement braces clanged against the metal floor, a steady constant as she ran throughout the facility, alongside the grinding and pounding of mechanical gears doing who knows what. There was an
A Few Repairs: Chapter 6 Part 2A Few Repairs: Chapter 6 Part 2 by BlazingCoral
Chapter 6: Paths (Part 2)
The crow held still as a mechanical arm carefully pulled off its harness. Once the device was removed, the bird gave a grating cry, stretching its wings and flying toward the ceiling of the chamber.
"You have done very well, Caroline," GLaDOS said, her voice almost soft. She shifted her chassis as the bird perched on one of her "arms." "Mommy is very, very proud of you."
The AI tilted her head as her processor picked up the "sound" of silent screaming and a slight spike in physical agony through the connection. Though she was not actively controlling the experiment at the moment, her optic shone in satisfaction; the arms were examining the extent of her subject's injuries and repairs, and apparently had just made a dent in its innards.
Science wasn't Science without risk of injury, after all.
As she began to open her connection further to get a better sense for her subject's condition, her processor picked up something else—an el
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